They’re out there, you just need to keep looking and lo and behold they appear as if by magic. Those jeans, the ones you spend half your life looking for. Well here they are so now you can stop looking …

Looking up from my newspaper I got the shock of my life, before me stood a sight that would surely give any body nightmares. “And what…” I paused to ask, “are you wearing?”. “I got a new job,” she answered. “As what head trainer for the SAS?” She giggled “no silly, I’m a traffic warden.” She replied caressing the trigger on her sub-machine gun “and I’ve been practicing, listen to this … you can’t park there and I don’t care if it was only five minutes. Unlucky punk pay your fine.” She smiled and slowly side stepped out of the living room off to harass innocent motorists while I went back to reading my paper …